Sweet and Gentle

Has anyone noticed the sad and pathetic state we have reached in society, where sharing with someone that another person has sweet or gentle characteristics is too much, and won’t elicit a response from them? Isn’t that a sad thing? It’s going too far. Think about what ‘sweet’ and ‘gentle’ are, compared to how we talk today, what we talk about, and the things that entertain us and make us laugh.

Yet, as I think on it, it is not surprising, due to the presence of abortion, and views on the elderly and euthanasia, which are behaviors which are rejections of innocence. We fail to protect the weak and vulnerable, so why would we have anything positive to say about them as a society, and furthermore, the individual?

Cartoons!

Snoopy!  Woodstock!  Pusheen!  These are the main cartoon characters I absolutely adore.  They bring me such great comfort, so much so that you know what?  I wish they were real.  I really do.  Just as I wish sometimes that a certain character in a movie were a real person.  And do you know what I notice?  That many people adore these characters so much, that they desire them to be as real as I do, as real as a friend.  And do you know what this made me think?  It made me think that cartoons actually bridge the divide between the debate of whether God does or does not exist.  You see, we humans all have a deep, innate need for comfort, for a comforter, and that comfort may take on many a form.  It was cemented in me through healthy order, that God is in fact real.  As a wounded human being, as we all are, we still have many needs that we don’t feel are or can be fulfilled by God.  And, if you’re someone with no roots in a belief in God, and you LONG for your favorite cartoon character to be real, because he or she is just so cute and you need that comfort and security, you have just proven what human being is, needs, and that God is real.

Phileo

I consider this a very good article, with 2 quotes that I will share below, that really stand out to me.  It is at the same time, flawed.  For instance, in mentioning that if homosexuality were as common as it is made to seem, there would be many elderly “coming out” now whom had not before; well, the flaw in that is, while this article comes at the entire situation as a result of either phileo or eros, it neglects the reality that many people pushed it way down, and are in fact capable of just living “celibately” for lack of a better word, in their long marriages, and that many elderly still would not feel comfortable coming out, having come from a society in the past that looked down on homosexuality.  The article blames romanticism as part of the reason for far too much eros, and yet, the elderly of today come from a time where homosexuality was taboo.  Also neglected is the concept that people are blank canvases when they are born, and are not pre-determined to be a particular orientation.  Certainly though, I will say that what ancient Greek males did with male youth was certainly rooted in eros, and so you can see, overriding eros has existed at various times, in different cultures.  Additionally, many a completely heterosexual person have said that they have found themselves at least once in their lives sexually attracted to one person of the same gender; so, if it was just one time, they cannot be completely lacking in exposure to phileo love.

Another flaw I find in this article is, in its linear approach of presenting phileo and eros types of love, it is troubling in that it leads you to think, if you are gay like myself for example, it leads to a type of paranoia; it made me to feel “oh my gosh, what if the person I go out with, is merely a victim of lacking in phileo love?” and so on.  The article is not anti-gay, but it helps clarify: This article explains very clearly one of the greatest reasons why we have so many people who come out as being attracted to the same-gender, and then a few months later, or a year later, they break your heart when you see them dating someone of the opposite gender.

It all makes me to think on so much.  I read an article on new research into schizophrenia, done with the help of about 65,000, and it had a lot to do with the discovery of something lacking in the connections between neurons, and I thought to myself:  When I see this, things like schizophrenia etc, and the things that can lead to it, I think of how inside ourselves we all have a little bit of outer space; but then again, the reality is, we all are our own universes. I think of the person who is more scientifically-prone, and then the more philosophically-inclined like myself, and I think of how most likely we’d never be a match as partners, and I think, wow, I can be like this, and she can be like that, and yet, all these neurons inside us can lead a person to be this way, who may never get a chance to become refined in how they were created to be, either like myself or the former, etc. All because of this outer space inside us.

It’s all so much to comprehend, and these two things, what about bathing a gay person in the Catholic Church?  What about bathing a gay soul into it, or into the Catholic Church’s perspective on life after death?  It’s all as messy as that.  Will the gay soul ask, “Do you really hate all that I have done in loving my spouse?”.

Anyway, here are the two quotes, and the link to the article:

“Polyamory is a glaring example of how phileo is being lost to eros in our modern age. It’s devastating, because eros is not the same as phileo. It’s not as stable. It’s explosive and full of dark urges and needs. It’s a throaty passion that can end badly and lead to tragedy.”

“Gallup issued a poll a few years ago that found an increase in homosexuality. More and more people are identifying as gay, and this isn’t just because they’re coming out of the closet. If that were the case, older people would be identifying as gay at an increasing rate. But this isn’t what’s happening. The increases are among younger people more affected by a sexualized culture coupled with an acceptance of the homosexual lifestyle.

My point is not to say there are no genuine homosexual relationships. There are. But I do think many people confuse phileo with eros because either they aren’t free to express it or they see it through an overlay of sexualization (or both). I think the fact that most people who think they’re homosexual and bisexual are high on the “feeling” personality scale by overwhelming margins gives some support to this.”

 

http://thefederalist.com/2015/12/28/how-to-stop-sexualizing-everything/

 

Plastic

I sat by the river in my car today, and I noticed a ripped up plastic bag stuck in a tree; it was very windy outside as you know. Plastic bags in trees always stay stuck there. Isn’t it interesting how the least important of things hang on? They stay, stubborn, knowing they’re not important, but the beautiful things, the important things, and things that reveal truth, get brushed aside. Someone you really care about dies. The ripped plastic bag stays fiercely against the wind.

Faith and Religion

Faith and religion are separate things, but I believe they can both be either too close and cosy, or too far away for people, and that is why you have people hearing glorious hymns, yet living together and sleeping together. And when you’re living together, your sexual act is merely “sleeping together”.

I side with the concept of how, given that a vast majority of the most glorious of music, the greatest of glories that seep out of a human being such as Bach’s, which was written in the name of and for the glory of God, it is evidence enough that there is a God.

Peanuts Love!

Peanuts. Yeah, they’re a ground-grown legume. But, kids grow from the ground-up, too.

My fondness for the Peanuts gang started at a very young age, probably around the age of 5. Only now in my 20s, have I realized though, just how much I adore SNOOPY, and of course wee lil Woodstock. I always even as child, could sense, and feel a cuteness to it, could appreciate this concept of the cute, and the sheer fun of what was going on in the cartoons on tv. That was where most of my exposure to the comic came from as a child, from watching all the specials especially. It helped having “supportive” parents, too. Whenever Peanuts was on, they’d leave it on and sit me in front of the screen. Maybe they too (as I do now), had a secret desire for “Snoopy for President”! Ha! I just know, for some reason, appreciation for this brilliant little treasure of animation runs through my family, apparently.

I really came to have a deeper interest in the series after a discussion of all things, with my therapist in the Bronx! She actually explained to me, that the child whom Charlie Brown was based on was in fact a real person whom Charles Schulz knew as a child, and that she actually was an acquaintance of this man! She explained to me, that part of Schulz’s intention in making the comic was to (quietly) showcase the varying neurosis that children can develop. If you look at each character, you can see that each one struggles with a singular, unique underlying issue. After having this revealed to me, thinking about it, then proceeding to watch episodes of the animated cartoon, it was really clear to me to see! Give it a try! Lucy for instance, is self-affirming because of her insecurities; she bullies others and is nasty in order to build herself up. Charlie Brown himself, is self-deprecating in many respects, or rather, perhaps better put, simply does not respect himself in many ways; he has no self-confidence and puts himself down. Even Snoopy and Woodstock have a co-dependent relationship of their own, where while at times they’re snuggling and the best of friends, (and so are many of the children shown this way in various scenes), the next minute Snoopy is at Woodstock’s throat. All this, I find fascinating.

Amidst such fascination, amidst such acuity of mind in utilizing a popular cartoon to quietly get this message out to people, I find a great comfort in the cartoon. And I always have. Maybe it is and was because subconsciously, it was so human and real. I know it may sound silly to speak of regarding this comic, but there is passion there. Everything is soft to me in it, and I think now as an adult, it is partly because I can see the struggles, and the puzzle pieces that each of those characters are as a part of myself. Each of them truly is a piece of the human puzzle. Thanks for reading!

Soviet Cartoons. The Weight A Creator Bears

At the end of this post, I will post links to view each of the cartoons mentioned here.

I could write this better perhaps, but it’s something that’s been on my mind as I’ve recently come to know someone from Russia, someone who grew up in the USSR, and that same person, a person abused as a child, as many of us have been. As I write this, in fact a bit of European lace curtain sits before me.
The thought is of a cartoon and how a cartoon can bear the weight, hopes, dreams, and disorder of a nation, its culture, its people. I recently came to be exposed to 2 Russian cartoons: the Russian version of Winnie the Pooh, and a lovely, endearing, and sweet small creature named Cheburashka. I quickly came to learn that during Soviet times, they did not produce long-running series, so rather, these 2 cartoons for example, consisted of a couple full-length movies that were cup into a few episodes each. I won’t lie; that was a total BUMMER when I realized I had so quickly seen every episode already.
Yet, what lasting, captivating effect each of these cartoons had, in both their opening and closing sequences, and interspersed throughout each episode. I speak of the music, the aesthetic presented in the cartoons, and the cultivation of the characters. I suspect the same to be true of many European cartoons in general. So much more ARTFUL. Those who know me know how I ADORE Peanuts and Snoopy, and the music was a refreshing glint, but still, what was it but jazz. And, you can use jazz anywhere in the world. It’s the lack of fear to steep these cartoons with their own culture through music, again for instance, heavily, and beautifully, into something seemingly as simple as a cartoon, for children to take in, soak up. And, if you could just take the time to watch an episode of Cheburashka, you would see pop-out whimsical trees amongst the rather cutting-edge (for the Soviet Union) puppetry, much like a dreamy drawing for sale on Etsy.
Soviet Winnie is a very different character from we’re used to. His voice is unpleasant, but he’s kind- but at times slightly conniving, along with Owl. Winnie is eager to visit a “friend”, merely to eat and overstay his welcome. Not hesitating to use a friend’s only balloon to try to float to the top of a tree to obtain honey, as well. And, the WAY he looks and HOW he climbs trees, are just golden. The commentary made by each character is just charming, even in their somewhat chaotic and childish world. What really cuts through in this cartoon to communicate the weight and sadness of the Russian people, in addition to the music used, is the character of Eeyore. If you thought he was depressed, never before have I seen so sorrowful a presentation of the character, one whose view purely glooms. He makes me to cry, in fact.
Let’s talk about Cheburashka, a sweet monkey-like creature discovered sleeping in a crate of oranges that had arrived at some fruit stand in the Soviet Union. While Eeyore, you want to comfort and heal because he is so heavy and you can’t help but immediately think of the hurting Soviet child, as it is a children’s show, Cheburashka is sadness due to effective and affective creation of an entirely childlike character, so untainted by the world, but realizing he does not fit in. Quickly however, we learn that none of his cast-mates really do, and STARVE for companionship. How evident this is, before Cheburashka meets his soon-to-be best friend Gena the crocodile (who “works” as a crocodile in the zoo), in the scene in which he finishes his day’s work, redresses in his distinguished attire, and heads home to play chess with himself, and to “smoke” his pipe, which he uses to produce soap bubbles. He soon pens an ad reading, “Young crocodile seeks friends…”; how moving to the soul, and how as humans, we all relate to this at some level, is this not?
The facial expressions alone of this claymation/puppet show, without words, to me, can speak it all. It seems to me, in their brief run, the creators of each of these cartoons were brilliant, and it was their way of expressing their own sincere sorrow, both by nature given their culture, and of outside forces, their government. Cheburashka is the most sweet-voiced of creatures, and is akin to an orphaned child.
Of course, as I watch these shows or think on them, I think of the aforementioned person I have come to know. What effect then it shows me, that both these shows and this person have on me, given their roots, and the success these shows had in moving a heart. I struggle to reconcile these shows being a part of my friend’s childhood, with the abuse this person also endured in childhood, and it makes me to cry. The cartoons are locked in time, but their effect continues, and my friend is free.
If we look at almost anything, we see that humans have found a way to convey, to express, to free themselves, in the most secret and untouched of places. Looking into the little eyes of Cheburashka, and even of Gena, I see a whole people, and I see their sadness, yearning, and calling for affirmation.

So Close, and Yet…

“So close and yet so far”. Someone said that to me yesterday, and it made me to contemplate on it.
We say it so often, and it can be used for many reasons. What do you think of the statement? What does it make you feel, when you’re using it? I thought about how if you’re near someone physically, whom you “like”, have an attraction to, and they have no feelings for you, you are “so close and yet, so far”. You are worlds away in many respects. But it made me think, am I really even physically close to them then, truly, since inwardly, there is no closeness. If inwardly there is no closeness, are you really near them even physically? I say this because it is almost as if they do not see you physically anyway. But of course at the same time, you cannot deny the reality that you ARE standing right next to them. It makes me sad, when I think on this phrase.

A Joining of Two Souls

This is a joining of two souls, simply because I have chosen to write about both topics at the same time.

I thought of suicide. I thought of the taking of one’s own life. I have noticed a pattern, in the taking of one person’s own life, and this pattern usually includes a group of people, no matter how large or small. It seems to come in clusters of people: you have the person who the world would entirely see, the world in its majority, those groups of people, as having absolutely nothing to contribue and nothing worthhile, even though that person is highly intelligent, brilliant. But, this person is often overlooked, having no degree from a university/college, no proclamations to make about important venues they have exhibited as a visual artist, played in as an artist, outlets through which their writings have been published, etc. This person seemingly cannot get their foot in the door.
(That’s why Brooklyn exists; simply to make it simple for selfish people).
Then, there is that person (or often several), your typical, lost and messed up soul who calls you friend in name, but quite suddenly will turn around and ignore you. This is because they have their own problems, of course, but never realize what they are fully, can never put a finger on what their troubles are, to the extent that you can. So really, whilst this person is pained, they still live ignorantly, blissfully.
And then, let’s say there are three in the group, you the core, the one who is suicidal, you have that other friend who is just kind of there; he or she replies to things you say, but doesn’t really care if you wish them a happy birthday or not, and won’t go to your birthday party.
These are just a few examples of persons in the mix, in that pool whom it seems often to be part of everything, that either contribute to, or…. are just there in the life of the person in the center, who winds up taking their own life. contribute to the one person in the center killing themselves.

Now let’s talk a little bit about the CONCEPT of determinism, which strangely, in its simplicity, has been able to be made into an actual “philosophy”. First off, this actually brilliantly ties in with what I just wrote above, as the determinist-mind will say to you, “That person had no choice but to kill themselves; that was it, and nothing else could be done; they arrived at that point and that was how it was meant to turn out”. You see, in ALL situations, even if we may not be capable emotionally at the time, of carrying out what we would TRULY want, through knowing the truth and what is right in our intellect, and instead choose the “wrong” the “less excellent”, that which merely hurts us more, in ALL scenarios, there are always AT LEAST TWO OPTIONS, minimal, if not more. And, I repeat, options. Now, that does not mean that you in that moment, as I said, may be capable of choosing that other option. However, simply by virtue of the fact that there IS in fact another choice that you KNOW about, though may be unable to mentally, physically, emotionally carry out, this rather pummels the entire concept of determinism to the ground. See, determinists do not believe that there is such thing as free will. They believe for example, that because they were raised in an aggressive Evangelical household, they did not choose to become an atheist. Now, part of that may be true. But, what has happened in this scenario, is that in woundedness from this “Christianity”, they have become so hurt and frightened, that they have sunk into what feels more safe and comfortable. And yes, they may not be capable of confronting Christianity, nor wanting to ever explore it, BUT, to deny that what they were instructed in, in that type of Christianity, to acknowledge that they simply were misled and what they were taught was not true Christianity, is defeatist. I mean not a bit of this in a harsh way. Here is a better and more straightforward example: You did something, you chose to do something, that you really didn’t want to do, but you just couldn’t help it in the moment. And yes it’s true, in that moment emotionally you had not the strength to choose otherwise. BUT, your awareness of the fact that you chose what you really would not have wanted to choose, shows that you ARE free. You now have the freedom to work more on yourself! You realize how you have been hurt, and perhaps next time, or the time after, you can choose better. Determinists sadly view free will as something black and white: that the concept is, things are easy, and we can either choose one or the other, while they as determinists know, just as we do, making choices is not easy, but they seem to think that we falsely believe we have the power to merely choose something, even if it is difficult.

No determinism. All the way.

The sickness. The turning of a gender into an offense. The shaming of a gender.

This is what pornography does. It makes a gender offensive. It makes that gender something to shame or be ashamed of. sadly, overwhelmingly by virtue of the genitalia, the woman in heterosexual porn more specifically, has agreed to rape- a rape that she enjoys- the purpose of these scenarios that we see primarily, is to completely magnify, glorify, the man’s genitalia, in a way that gives power, such as, the woman afterwards treating the penis as though it as done a good job etc- the purpose is to make him feel like the king, but why should i say king and not queen? is king more dominating than queen? you see, none of the terms we use for gender that are meant to be equal make sense anyway, if they truly are equal- we don’t say, that in porn, when she is placing her protruding genital into him, that it makes her the queen- we always somehow defer to the male title- you see the woman in porn is not awake- she is not aware- it not much different from a woman murdering someone in cold blood, or a mass murderer- they are disengaged
i saw a quote tonight that said people will accept seeing writings or tv shows of an axe going into someone’s skull, but when detailed sexual acts are written out or portrayed on tv, people write in and say i will never watch your show again- well, the truth is, both are equally evil and disgusting BUT we must think of it like this- WHICH of the 2, if a child, if a sensitive person who knows it’s wrong etc, watches it, has the likelihood of distorting the person’s image of their own body? our BODY. our BODY is our first boundary given to us by God, and more specifically, our skin. there is a RIGHT way to use the body, and these people are not in the right, not when it’s casually yet detailed in its showing on a popular tv show, a woman getting it in the behind, etc. Never. But, it points to something, doesn’t it? That people can live and NOT be AWAKE to things, yes? Which only further proves that there is an objective truth. Just as I wrote before, that when a person commits murder in cold blood, they aren’t even awake, really, even if premeditated. It is no different from the sex in porn that the disjointed pair are partaking of.